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The great mighty ocean, The deep blue sea, Nature’s bounty, Timeless you be....   The giver of life, The salt of the earth,
Your lips on my forehead Again Again And I’m time-travelling except I don’t know if I’m going To the past or to the future
Are we just now Meeting for the first time After all these yearsWhen I have known Every crinkle in your forehead And heard every story
She feels lighter, somehow Something soft and gentle in my arms The same pink mouth and doe-eyes The same soft skin on the back of her neck
Another time-- he could've been a better man. He could have been-- a man. A father, A teacher, Or even a king. He soars on dark winds Black magic. He follows a black cloak
I've never known you And I don't intend to. I've never known your face, I have never known your name, Nor your voice,  I have never known you. You brought me into the world,
One left, my heart died As it broke my trust on love One came, my heart lived My heart learned to love again Gently piled my trust once more   The heart can be taught,
You get a million chances.
After you crossed that line, I told you to get the hell out of my life. I didn’t want anything to do with you. I don’t care if we’ve been best friends since 8th grade. Once that line is crossed
How many second chances are we given on a day to day basis? Second chances are good, but not when the first chance was lazily wasted. Chances give us opportunites to improve...but at what bitter cost?
I am numb My arm is a mess There is so much pain The cuts are stained with blood Each cut represents something It's a hidden meaning That people don't understand They just see me Broken
The love we had was like glassYou could see right through itAnd everything was clearI loved you with all my heartWe had our little fightsAnd the scratches on the glass appeared
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